Date: Wed, 28 Nov 2001 22:15:43 +0000
From: Noone Inparticular
Subject: The Freshman Part 4
Disclaimer:
This story involves sex between minors; if you are not 18 or older, or if
this kind of story is illegal in the place where you live do not continue
beyond this point.
If this kind of story offends you please do not continue either. The names
of characters used in this story and all its parts are completely fictional
and similarity to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
This is the first story that I am posting. I have written several other
stories, many based on events in my life; some inspired by them and some are
just plain fantasies that I WISHED were events in my life.
To all the people that have been sending me emails, I thank you for your
kind words. I apologize for the delay in getting this next chapter up.
Hopefully Chapter 5 won't take as long to materialize. As always, I welcome
everyone's emails. I hope you enjoy it.
The Freshman, Part 4
As I pushed my way through the locker room doors, the brisk evening air
rushed past my face. The sun's light was all but gone in the western sky and
I could see a storm brewing. I glanced at my watch. Nearly six o'clock. My
mom was going to be peeved I wasn't home yet. A sudden cold chill ran up my
back. My torn shirt wasn't giving me much protection from the cool fall
evening. I threw my coat on, buttoned up and started my long hike home.
I had just exited the school gates and started down the first block toward
my house when I heard a rumbling coming down the street from behind me. I
looked over my shoulder and it took me a few seconds to get a good look at
the rumbling machine because of its blinding headlights pointing right at
me. But as it pulled up and stopped next to me I recognized the large truck
with oversized tires.
"Hey, wanna lift?" Ryan McGrady called to me as he rolled down the passenger
side window.
At first I was excited that he was even talking to me, but then realized it
was probably another trick to get the queer boy to do something queer. I
shook my head and kept walking. Ryan rolled the truck up to keep pace with
me.
"Come on Josh. It's getting late and you'll freeze by the time you get
home," he said.
I stopped and so did his truck. "What do you want Ryan?" I asked with a
twinge of anger in my voice. (Was I getting a backbone?)
"I'm just trying to be nice Josh. I... I feel bad about today," he said. He
lowered his gaze to the floorboard of his truck.
I wanted to believe him. Was I just a sucker? He had such sincerity in his
voice. But he had a good point. It was getting late and I was already
starting to shiver. "Ok," I said and climbed into the large pickup. I
slammed the door shut and the truck began to roll forward. We drove on in
silence for two blocks when Ryan finally spoke.
"I meant it," he blurted out.
"Meant what?" I asked.
"What I told you. I'm sorry for what we did to you," he said quietly, not
looking at me; just focused on his driving.
I didn't know what to say. "Really?" was all I could think of.
"Yes. I feel really bad. We had no right to... violate you like that. Did we
hurt you?"
"No," I replied. It was the truth. I felt no pain, maybe a little discomfort
at first, but I really enjoyed myself. The worst pain was right now and it
was more of an aching. I felt like I had a vast emptiness that needed to be
filled again. I could already feel my anal muscles contracting back to some
semblance of normal.
"Good," Ryan said. "You're a cool guy Josh. I've always thought so. I wish
we could have been friends. That's probably out of the question now."
Again, I was speechless. I just sat there quietly as raindrops began to
sprinkle on the windshield.
"Yeah, I guess you probably hate me," he said after a few seconds.
"No," I said quickly. "No," I added more calmly. "I don't hate you. I wish
we were friends too."
He finally looked over at me and smiled. "You're amazing, you know that," he
said.
"Why?" I asked.
"After what we put you through... We... I didn't think you'd ever talk to me
again. I can't imagine what it must have been like. Eddie is really big and
he was really trying to hurt you. I guess you're more of a man than any one
of us. I would have balled like a baby. But you liked it, didn't you?"
"Yeah, I did," I answered quietly.
"Then you are gay aren't you?"
"I guess I am."
"You're brave Josh. Braver than me," he said very quietly. Before I could
say another word, Ryan's truck came to stop. I looked out the window and
recognized my house. I sat there in awkward silence for a few seconds, then
opened the door and climbed out.
"Thanks for the ride," I said. "I appreciate... everything."
"Just be careful Josh," he said. "Ed has something to prove and I'm afraid
he's not done with you yet. I don't want to see you get hurt."
"Thanks," I said and shut the door. His truck growled off as the sky opened
up and began to pour. I took a step toward my porch then realized something.
I never gave Ryan directions. He knew where I lived. I turned and watched
his truck roll off in the distance as my mind raced through the entire ride
and our conversation. Then I realized I was getting soaked and better sense
took over as I began to run for the door.
I closed the door behind me as I stepped into the house and took my coat
off. I could smell dinner and heard a conversation coming from the dinning
room. I hung up my coat and shook some of the rainwater from my hair. I
wasn't dripping too badly, but I definitely needed to change clothes. That's
when I noticed a constant stream of liquid running down my leg. Too warm to
be rain, it must have been the combined semen of 10 horny boys. I looked
down to see the first of it drip onto my shoe. I quickly rubbed my pant leg,
hoping that the fabric would soak it up enough that it wouldn't drip on the
carpet. I walked quickly toward my room. On my way to my room I had to pass
by the dinning room. My little brother Hunter was telling some sort of
amusing story to our parents. I tried to sneak by without them noticing me.
"Oh hi honey," my mom's voiced called to me. I stopped and turned around and
smiled at my perfect little family.
"Hi mom," I said and turned to head to my room.
"Where have you been son?" my father asked.
"I was at Stevie's... studying," I answered.
"Ok, but next time call us and let us know where you are," he replied.
"Come and have some dinner honey," my mom added.
"I'm not that hungry. I ate at Stevie's," I said and felt a new stream of
cum beginning to run down my leg. "I need to get out of these wet clothes,"
I added and ran off to my room and closed the door. I toed off my shoes as I
fumbled with the buttons on my shirt. "Fuck it," I thought to myself as I
finished ripping the remaining buttons off and tossed the shirt straight in
the trash. I unbutton my pants, let then fall to my ankles and stepped out
of them. I pushed my boxers down over my erect penis and kicked them off
when then fell to my feet. I ran into the bathroom adjoining my room and ran
the water in the shower. While I waited for the water to warm, I pulled my
wet socks off my feet. I noticed the streaks of white cream running slowly
down my leg. I ran my finger through it and brought it to my mouth for
taste. I savored the bittersweet and salty taste and wondered whose seed I
was ingesting. The idea was enough to make my dick throb. I climbed into the
shower and immediately took hold of my hard dick. I only stroked it for a
minute or two before jets of my own hot cum shot from my cock and mixed with
the others' in the bottom of the shower. I stood there breathing heavily and
watching the swirls of white cum slowly slipping down the drain. I turned my
back to the showerhead and let the warm water run down the crack of my ass.
I relaxed my sphincter and felt cum escape in mass quantities as the rushing
water washed it away.
I let the water beat down on my body until it began to run cold. I toweled
off and laid naked on my bed. I let my mind wander through the day's events.
I could vividly see all their faces as they unleashed their animal instincts
deep inside me. I could remember all of their faces as their orgasm built,
then released. I was instantly hard again and found myself gently rubbing
the soft skin below the head of my penis. My other hand ran down past my
balls and found the throbbing hole. I closed my eyes and relived every one
of them. First Ed, then Brett, then Ryan... Ryan. I felt my balls twitch as
I thought of him; his smooth, tanned skin; his dark brown hair and puppydog
brown eyes... looking down into mine. Slowly he slid into me and began his
rhythmic pumping. The rest of the world had gone black; the only light
focused on him and me. His member throbbed inside me as he ever-so-slowly
fucked me.
"I love you," he whispers to me, and then lets out a loud grunt. I feel his
dick blast rope after hot, sticky rope deep inside me. As his orgasm peaks,
he brings his face to mine and kisses me deeply.
"Oh God!" I muttered as I unleashed yet another load onto my quivering
stomach. There were only a few drops, but the orgasm sent shivers up ad down
my spine for a full minute. I laid there running my finger through the few
watery drops of cum, just enjoying my post-orgasmic haze. Slowly I drifted
off to sleep.
When I opened my eyes again, it was pitch-black in my room. I glanced over
at my clock. Little past midnight. I yawned and felt a grumbling in my
stomach. "Shouldn't have skipped dinner," I thought to myself. I jumped up,
threw some boxers on and went to the kitchen. The lingering odor of whatever
mom had made for dinner made my mouth water. I opened the fridge. No
leftovers. "What pigs," I said aloud and began digging through the fridge to
find something to eat. I passed on the week old chicken and settled for a
ham and swiss sandwich.
As I sat silently at the kitchen counter eating my sandwich and noticed a
large envelope. I recognized it as a picture envelope from the school
photographers. I opened it up and spilled the contents onto the counter.
Inside were my brother's soccer pictures for this year. My little brother
Hunter was everything I wasn't. He most definitely was a jock. He excelled
at sports. He was also much cuter than I. He also had an annoying outgoing
personality that made him lots of friends. He was the kid everyone wanted to
be best friends with. I looked through the individuals of Hunter in his
soccer uniform holding a ball standing next to a tree. He was flashing his
famous little smile that melted girls' heart I'm sure. His crystal blue eyes
sparkled in the sun. If he weren't my brother, I probably would have
fantasized about having sex with him. That thought nearly grossed me out, so
I flipped to the team group picture. I glanced over the mostly pre-pubescent
faces. They were only 7th graders, but you could see that some of them had
started the change while the others weren't far off. In the top row, near
the end, I found my brother, flashing the same cute little smile of his.
Then I glanced at the boy to his right and my heart skipped, then dropped. I
quickly flipped the photo over and began rapidly reading the names. Row 4:
Kyle Tetter, Joe Sneider, Kenny Fradeen, Eric Stoles, Steven Alexander,
Peter Thanas, Hunter Olsen, Dale Cram...
I nearly fainted as I read his name. The coach's son was only a 7th
grader...and he knew my brother. I blinked twice and reread the name to make
sure it was real. Yes, that was him. Then the name next to his caught my
attention. Dane McGrady. Could he possibly be...?
Quickly I flipped the photo over. My eyes locked momentarily with Dale's,
then I looked at the boy to his right. Oh yes. There was no mistaking the
family likeness. Dane McGrady had to be the brother of Ryan. A million
thoughts raced through my head instantaneously as I stared blankly into the
photograph. I nearly jumped right out of my boxers when I felt a hand touch
my shoulder.
"Jesus Christ Hunter! What the hell are you trying to do? Give me a heart
attack?" I whisper/yelled at my little brother.
"Sor-ry," he said sarcastically. "I got the munchies too," he said, walking
over to the fridge and began fishing through it. I wanted to ask him about
Dale and Dane, but couldn't think of anything to say. Then, with his head
still buried in the fridge he asked, "do you think I look like a dork in my
soccer pictures?"
"Absolutely," I answered without pause. Of course I didn't think so, but you
know the games that brother play with each other.
"Yeah, me too," he replied. "Dale says I have a stupid smile."
There, he said his name! "Dale who?" I asked, trying to sound
not-too-interested.
"He's the one next to me in the group pic," he said pointing in the
direction of the picture in my hand and taking a bite of a week old piece of
chicken. I swear that boy would eat anything.
"Oh," I replied.
"Coach Cram's his dad," Hunter mumbled through his mouthful of food. "He's
the High School football coach you know."
"Duh," I said. He rolled his eyes at me and shoved his head back in the
fridge. There was a few seconds of silence, then I through out, "So, your
team doing any good this year?"
"Yeah!" he answered enthusiastically. "We're kickin' some major ass this
year. You should come to a game."
My heart almost melted then. I think this was the first time my little
brother asked me to come watch one of his games. I guess the little fuck
didn't hate me as much as I thought. "Yeah, that'd be cool," I said.
"Cool," he repeated and closed the refrigerator door. "Well, I'm headin'
back to bed," he announced. He took a few steps toward me and flashed me his
cute little lop-sided grin. "You should really take care of that bro," he
smirked and motioned with his eyes downward. I followed his gaze and
realized my boxers were protruding seven inches in front of me. I felt my
face rise in temperature as embarrassment set in. My eyes popped back up and
met my brother's. "'Sok dude, I got the same thing goin' on," he smiled at
me. I looked back down and across and noticed a very similar protrusion in
my brother's boxers. Before I could say anything, he continued walking past
me and down the hall.
"Oh man, what was that all about?" I thought to myself. Then I smiled. My
little brother was growing up. I never really realized it until now. Then I
began to wonder about things like the state of his virginity. I know he was
a little young for that, but I could definitely see how he could be a girl
magnet and it was only a matter of time before he came across one that would
do anything for him. Then I wondered about masturbation. I'm sure he was
doing it, I just wondered if he learned on his own or if someone "showed"
him. It was all too much for me to think about. I yawned and decided I'd
better get back to sleep.
When I woke up in the morning, my ass felt like it was on fire. It was
throbbing and felt red-hot. I jumped in the shower and let the cool water
trickle down my back into the crack of my ass. It felt good to just stand
there leaning against the cool tile wall of my shower with my eyes closed
and the water massaging my back and ass. Of course my dick was rock hard. I
reached over, grabbed the bar of soap and lathered my pubic area generously,
then set the soap back in its dish. Slowly I ran the index finger of my left
hand under my balls and slowly slide it up the entire length of the
underside of my hard cock. I stopped at the bottom of the head and rubbed
gently, sending shock waves of pleasure up and down my spine and causing my
hardon to jump. I closed my hand around it and slowly pumped my fist, using
the soap as lubricant. My right hand wandered to my nipples then slowly made
their way down to my ass. Instinctively, my finger ran down my ass crack to
my throbbing entrance. I gently rubbed the outside for a few seconds then
sent it roughly into my anus. I moaned gently under the water as I
feverishly finger fucked myself in time with the strokes on my dick. My
knees began to weaken and I had to pull my loving finger from its hole so
that I could balance myself. I didn't miss a stroke, however, and it only
took five more rapid slides to produce a mind-shattering orgasm. I gripped
the shaft tightly and pumped my hips as the first wad launched from the end
of my dick and splattered itself on the tile. Five more shots followed, each
with diminishing quantity and distance, until there was only a watery
trickle dripping from the end. I lowered my head and let the water beat on
the back of my neck as I tried to regain control of my breathing.
Then I heard the door open. I stood upright quickly at let the water wash
the soap and post-orgasmic goo off my crotch.
"Hey! You gonna be done soon? I'll be late for school!" Hunter yelled.
"Chill. I'm almost done," I replied and, to show I meant it, shut the water
off in the shower.
"It's about time," he said, but I didn't hear him leave. I peaked my head
out of the shower and there was my brother dropping his boxers.
"What the hell Hunter?!" I practically yelled.
"You said you were done. Let's go. It's almost seven-thirty. I'm gonna be
late." He said as he stepped into the shower with me. My mind went blank. I
was speechless. I took this brief opportunity to examine my brother's naked
body. He was absolutely stunning. He was only a few inches short than I was
and lightly tanned except for the white area his shorts covered this past
summer. His skin was tight and perfectly hairless as I was at his age. The
cute little baby fat that I remembered was now just a distant memory. He had
that nice, tight skater boy build that showed the beginnings of a very nice
muscular build. His chest was nearly flat, but well defined and you could
tell his pecs were starting to develop into a mammoth chest.
My eyes wandered down across his silky smooth flat stomach that had the
faintest outline of six abdominal muscles. Further down my eyes roamed; past
his cute little belly button to where his fine, dark blonde public hair was
just beginning to take root. It looked more like a tuft goose down than
hair. Below that hung a pinkish-white piece of boy meat. I looked nearly
identical to mine, but on him it was a prefect specimen of everything a
boy's dick should be. Even in its flaccid state, it hung nearly five inches
with a nicely flared reddish-purple head. The skin just under the head was a
bright red and I knew that he had probably just masturbated this morning. I
looked on to his silk smooth nut sack. They were slightly darker in color
than his skin and hung nearly as low as his soft boyhood. No hair grew there
and I suddenly had the overwhelming urge to lick them. But I fought the urge
and stepped out of the shower and began toweling off. My dick was starting
to fill again, but luckily it had stayed just barely flaccid while in my
brother's view.
"Oh Jesus Josh!" I heard Hunter say. "Why don't you fucking clean up your
messes when you're done?"
Then I realized I never washed my orgasm off the walls of the shower. "Sorry
dude, but you were in a hurry." That got a chuckle from him.
"Yeah, guess you're right," he said. I smiled at his candidness as I
continued to towel off. "Looks like you needed it too," he threw out
suddenly.
"Excuse me?" I said back.
"You shot a huge load bro. Looks like you've been saving up."
I chuckled. If he only knew. "Nope. That's less than 12 hours worth."
"Damn dude! It would take me over a week of saving up to blow a load that
size."
"You're young," I chuckled back. "As big as your sack is, you'll be passing
me soon enough." Then there was silence. "Oh, shit," I thought to myself. I
just admitted to looking at his balls.
After a moment he said, "You think?"
"Oh yeah bud," I replied. My heart raced as I spoke aloud, "Maybe you can
now. Maybe you just need someone to suck it out of you."
There was silence again. I grabbed hold of the shower curtain and threw it
aside, exposing the young naked body of my little brother Hunter. Everything
was in slow motion as I watched the drops of water sensuously dripping off
his smooth skin. We stood there face to face for what seemed like an
eternity. He licked his lips and reached out and took hold of my hard dick.
I reached up and ran my hands through it dripping brown hair and brought his
face to mine. I could smell his puppy-dog boy breath and it turned me on. My
other hand slid down to his hairless balls and gently took hold of them.
"Josh," he said seductively.
Our lips met and our tongues danced inside each other's mouth. When finally
our embrace broke, he said softly to me, "Suck my dick."
Who was I to argue? I climbed into the shower with him and kneeled before
him. The water beat down from above as I slowly swallowed his young cock. As
I relentlessly sucked, I slipped my right hand around his ass. My finger
crept into his hairless crack and found his virgin hole. I didn't know how
he would respond, but at this point I didn't care. I pressed a finger into
him. His hips trust forward into my mouth and he let out a soft, loving
groan.
"Oh yeah," he muttered just above a whisper. "That's nice."
I pushed my finger deeper. He took hold of my head and began fucking my
mouth. Further and further my finger traveled until it was completely
swallowed by his boy pussy. I gently began pressing my finger into his
prostate. His pace suddenly quickened and I felt his sphincter tighten its
grip on my finger. His smooth belly was slapping furiously into my head as
he fucked my mouth. He was making cute little boy noises above me. Then he
grunted and his legs nearly collapsed as his hardon pulsed in my mouth.
Seconds later my mouth was filling with warm, thirteen year old boy spunk. I
let his warm boy juice rest on my tongue as his orgasm subsided. He was
right, he didn't shoot very much, but the taste was overwhelming to me. So
sweet, I could taste the innocence dancing on my tongue.
When I had my fill, I let his still extremely hard boy dick slide from my
mouth and I swallowed his cum. His eyes were closed and he was still
breathing hard. But I wasn't done with him yet. I moved around behind him
and spread his tight boy cheeks. His hairless bud glowed red in this middle
of his lily-white bottom. I pressed my face into his ass and extended my
tongue. As it made contact with his anus, I could hear him gasp suddenly,
then relax again. He leaned forward against the shower wall and let the
water beat down his back. I began to lick feverishly at his boy hole as he
cooed gently. This was my first rim job and, by the sound of, I was a
natural.
"Fuck me," he said softly. Again, I wasn't about to argue. I stood and
guided my rock-hard member to his tight little opening. I pressed gently and
the head began to slide in easily. His eyes were shut tight and his mouth
was open wide. I wrapped my arms around his chest and pulled our bodies
together. We both let out deep sigh/moans as I slid my entire length into
his tight rectum. I gently kissed the back of his neck as I slowly pulled
back an inch and pressed forward again. It wasn't long until we had a steady
rhythm with each other. As I pulled back, he pushed forward; when I pressed
forward, he pushed back into me. We gently fucked for lifetime. My balls
began to tingle and I picked up the pace. He matched my rapidly increasing
pace. We were a machine. I was mere seconds from reaching my orgasm when he
said to me,
"Can you hand me the conditioner from under the sink?"
My fantasy burst like a needle thrust into a balloon, sending me back into
the real world.
"Yeah, sure. No problem," I said, shaking away my wicked thoughts. I wrapped
a towel around my waist to hide my obvious arousal and handed him the bottle
of conditioner from under the sink.
"So you think I've got big nuts?" he suddenly threw out.
I didn't know exactly how to respond. "What do you think? I'm sure you've
noticed other guys in the showers."
He paused for a second, then replied, "Yeah, I guess mine are bigger than
most guy my age. Except my friend Dane. His hang real low."
I gasped for air. I tried to not act too interested. "Oh yeah?" I said as
matter-of-factly as I could.
"Yeah," he replied quietly. I got the feeling this turn in the conversation
was making him a little uncomfortable and that quite possibly he didn't mean
to throw out that last little tidbit about noticing his friend's anatomy. I
figured I wouldn't press the subject anymore. I liked this open
communication with my little brother and didn't want to risk future
censorship from him. I wanted him to feel absolutely comfortable talking to
his big brother about subjects like this.
"You better hurry or you'll be late for school," I said and left him to his
shower. I threw some clothes on and ran downstairs, chugged down two glasses
of OJ and rushed out the door.
It was a beautiful morning and enjoyed the bright sun shining down on me as
I walked to school. The air was crisp and drops of water from the previous
night's storm still clung to the trees and bushes. I felt alive today,
despite the incestuous thoughts running through my head. I walked along with
a catchy pop tune stuck in my head, which made my normally tedious walk to
school seem very quick. As I crossed the archway onto campus I looked up at
the large clock in the center of the quad. I was 20 minutes early. Guess I
didn't need to rush out of the house after all. It was probably better not
to have had any more encounters with my brother this morning.
I walked to my locker and made a conscious effort to pick out the football
players from the crowd. But as far as I could tell, none of them paid me any
attention. No eye contact, no smirks, smiles or lewd gestures. It was as if
nothing had ever happened. It bothered me to some degree not being the
center of their attention, but more over I was relieved. I was not at all
ready to be outted. I would be very happy to slide away into social
obscurity once again.
I emptied my backpack of some of its load into my locker. Just out of habit,
I glanced at the entrance to the boys bathroom which was just across the
walkway and down from my locker. Just walking into the bathroom was a very
cute hick in his incredibly tight blue jeans with the worn circle in the
back left pocket. I felt the familiar tingling in my balls. I knew that it
was probably pressing my luck, but I actually had some need to evacuate the
OJ I chugged down before I left the house this morning. So I walked briskly,
but not to quickly, into the bathroom, repeating over and over in my head
"Please let him be at the urinal. Please let him be at the urinal."
I pushed the door open and sauntered into the bathroom and noticed that the
stench wasn't all that bad today. It entered my mind that either the
janitors actually did some cleaning or it wasn't late enough in the day for
someone to have peed all over the floor and walls. As I rounded the short
wall in the entrance and looked down the line of urinals, I saw my prey.
Standing third from the far end was a boy I'd seen around this year, but
still hadn't found out his name. He was a hick and hung out mostly with the
Future Farmer crowd. He was a little over six feet and had broad shoulders
and chest. He was wearing a red and white plaid button-up cowboy style shirt
with a worn brown corduroy coat. His blue jeans weren't that blue anymore;
more white; and they hugged his incredibly tight ass like spandex except for
the spot he kept his can of Copenhagen in his back left pocket. He had on
nearly worn-out brown leather shit-kicker boots that were stained with dried
mud and God-knows-what. The ensemble was topped off with his cheap
straw-like cowboy hat. His shaggy medium brown hair stuck out in turfs from
under his hat and slightly over his ears. As I walked up to the line of
urinals, he looked up and our eyes made contact for a brief second. He had
beautiful deep greenish eyes, with some hint of brown in them. His face was
clean-shaven and his cheeks had red splotches from the cool morning air.
I stepped up the urinal a couple over from him. As I unzipped my pants I
looked over out of the corner of my eye. He was standing about five inches
away from the urinal and held the unzipped flaps of his jeans wide open with
his hands, letting his dick hang free while it released its stream and
giving me an incredible view. He let out a sigh of relief as I felt my own
relief beginning to flow. I kept my eyes forward for a few more seconds,
then allowed myself another peak his direction. He was still streaming full
force from his soft penis. It was gorgeous. I'd say about six inches and
quite thick. He was circumcised, but there was a lot of evenly colored skin
bunched behind the head, so I knew that he grew quite large when aroused. I
also marveled at the size of his thick, bulbous head and wondered to myself
how these boys manage to cram their privates into those tight-ass jeans.
That can't be comfortable. Enough for now, I turned my gaze back to the wall
in front of me. I could hear his stream still going full force and made an
attempt to slow mine to a trickle so that I wouldn't run out too soon.
Luckily, as mine was down to just a few drops, I heard the constant splash
two over from me turn to a trickle. I counted to three, then looked sideways
to watch him shake the last few drops from his beautiful soft dick. I
watched at his right hand moved up and grasped his cock mid-shaft and gently
wiggled it. Then he gently massaged his cock to make sure he'd evacuated
everything and gave it one last shake. That's when I heard the door open. I
heard the distinct sound of cowboy boots clunking across the tile floor and
wondered who this was. As I looked over my shoulder to see who was coming, I
caught one final glimpse of the boy to my right as he tucked his dick back
in his pants and zipped his tight jeans back up. I continued my glance past
him and my eyes focused on the newcomer; Big Ed.
"Aw, fuck," I thought to myself and quickly snapped my head back to look at
the wall in front of me. I quickly began shaking the remnants of my piss and
listened as I heard two sets of boots, one walking in and the other walking
out. Just as I flicked the final drop of piss from my dick and was returning
it to my boxers, I heard the first boy exit the bathroom as Ed's footsteps
stopped right behind me. Suddenly my body was pushed forward and my face was
pressed up against the cinderblock wall in front of me.
"Hey Ed," I said out the side of my mouth.
"Shut up faggot," was the sharp response. "You were watching Jake piss
weren't you?"
Well, at least I knew his name now. Jake. "No, I was just taking a leak," I
answered plainly.
"Don't lie to me. I know you like to check out guys' dicks."
I don't know why, but suddenly I wasn't afraid of him. "Does that turn you
on?" I replied. This, I'm afraid didn't go over too well. I was pushed
harder into the wall, enough to knock the wind partially out of me. I heard
the door open and someone enter.
"What the fuck are you looking at?" Ed barked at whoever it was, then the
door opened again; probably another frightened freshman. Ed grabbed a tight
hold on the back of my jacket and yanked me back into the center of the
bathroom, then shoved me toward the handicapped stall. I fell forward into
the unlocked door, which slammed open as I fell through and onto the floor.
I rolled over and looked back at Ed walking toward me, unbuckling his large
belt and then pulling his 501's open. He entered the stall, closed and
locked the door behind him. With his right hand he fished his large cock
from his underpants and with the left grabbed hold of my hair.
"I know you want it queer boy," he sneered and slapped his semi-hard dick
across my face. He was right. I wanted him. I reached up and took hold of
his filling member, extended my tongue and gently licked the underside of
his head. Ed released his grip on my hair and said, "Oh yeah, suck it
bitch."
I lowered my mouth three quarters down his shaft, as far as my throat
allowed, and sucked hard. I eased my suction and slowly slid my mouth back
off his dick, then down again. He was starting to become fully erect and I
was only able to take half of his meat now. Ed groaned his approval and
thrust his hips forward as I was going down. His thrust was powerful enough
to slam my head back against the wall. With my head now trapped between him
and the wall, he pushed deeper into my mouth, causing me to start gagging.
"I know you can take it bitch," he snarled. I gasped for air and then
relaxed to accept my fate. I opened up and suddenly it plunged into my
throat. Seconds later, his coarse pubic hair was tickling my nose. He slowly
began pumping my throat, but I was beginning to run out of air. I made
helpless noises until he pulled it free, allowing oxygen back into my lungs.
Instinctively I began coughing.
"Get up," he growled as he grabbed the back of my jacket again and raised me
to my feet. Since I never had the chance to zip my pants back up, as I
stood, they fell to my knees. "Yeah, you want me to fuck you, don't you?" he
said and it was true. My ass ached to have him in me again. I craved a dick
to fill my empty ass.
"Yes," I said as he grabbed hold of my boxers and yanked them to my ankles.
I leaned forward over the toilet and placed my hands on the wall for
support. I looked over my shoulder and watched as Ed spit into his hand and
rubbed it on his massive boner.
"Beg for it bitch," he said to me.
"Please, I need it in me. Fuck me Eddie." He placed one hand on my cheek and
spread it open. I felt the warm, throbbing head of his cock as it slid into
my crack. As it made contact with my anxious hole, I began to quiver with
anticipation. He lined up with my hole and pushed forward. I relaxed and
pushed out as his head popped into my ass. Without the proper lubricant, it
hurt like hell. I cringed from the pain and my eyes drew to a tight close.
"Am I too big for you?" he asked. "You didn't seem to mind yesterday," he
finished as he grabbed hold of my hips and pulled me back as he trust his
hip forward. Violently, he was in me. I was close to screaming from the
pain, but I knew that would be playing right into his hands.
"Oh yeah, fuck me bitch," I said instead, through gritted teeth. He wasted
no time and began relentlessly pumping my tight ass. It didn't take long for
the pain to subside and within a matter of seconds, I was enjoying this to
the fullest, and so was Eddie. He was panting and moaning passionately. Soon
he was running his large, coarse hand up under my shirt. One found my nipple
and began to pinch and twist it. The other pressed and stroked my back
firmly. His fucking became less angry and more passionate. I felt as if he
were making love to me, not just fucking to get off. With each loving thrust
I felt his throbbing head pass by my prostate, sending a shockwave of
pleasure up my spine each time, causing me to gasp and groan like a bitch.
My balls began to tingle and I could feel my orgasm building. In turn,
Eddie's breathing became shallow and rapid and his pace quickened. I knew
that he would be cumming soon. I grabbed hold of my throbbing erection and
firmly gave it one good downward stroke. That's all it took. Seconds later,
ropes of hot sticky cum were leaping from the head onto the toilet seat. I
cried out in pleasure and I could feel my ass muscles spasming around the
large invader.
"Oh fuck yes!" Eddie cried out as his dick began spewing its hot seed deep
in my bowels. I kept pumping my dick, keeping my sphincter muscle milking
Eddie's hot cock inside me. I felt each and every shot of his cum as it
splattered against the walls of my rectum. I counted five large blasts and
two smaller ones. Soon it was over and the two of us were left connected,
panting like we'd just run a marathon. He pulled his still throbbing cock
from me and grabbed a wad of toilet paper to clean the cum and ass juices
from his dick, then tucked it back in his underpants and buttoned his 501's.
As he was buckling his large silver belt buckle, he looked up at me. I knew
that he liked fucking me. I smiled. He drove his clenched fist deep into my
stomach, doubling me over onto his arm and then onto the cold floor. From
under the stall's wall I watched his boots walk across the tile floor to the
exit as I laid there with my pants around my ankles, gasping for air. From
outside the bathroom I heard the warning bell ring.
End of Part 4
Be sure to check back for Part 5. As always, I welcome all comments and
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